Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021.
Digging A Duck Blind At Spurn
Out here the land thins.
A permeable gauze, half sea,
A permeable gauze, half sea,
liquid salt in its veins.
He digs quickly. He hears the ocean
whispering "take your time,
we'll get there in the end"
The breeze whips up, a light
spray falls in the hole. The spade
takes another bite. Behind
we'll get there in the end"
The breeze whips up, a light
spray falls in the hole. The spade
takes another bite. Behind
him the sound of birds
melds with water and wind.
Out here the land thins.
melds with water and wind.
Out here the land thins.
Tim Fellows 4th April 2021
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